If you ever feel you are not living up to your full potential, welcome to the club. This story may help you connect with motivation. My intent here is that this story will open your eyes to where you are telling yourself an untruth, so you can let go of confusion and move forward more powerfully in your life. 

I want to tell you a story about how I felt confused. Confusion stopped me in my tracks. It kept me from having a direction. Can you relate?

You see, I have a nickname and a given name.  The story I told myself was that I was two people, so I couldn’t be strong because I felt divided. There was part of me with my given name, Sara, and another part of me that belonged with my nickname, Sally. And it wasn’t till realized the why behind my story of why I chose to change my name to Sally. It wasn’t until I changed the story that I regained my power. 

Mind you, I knew this truth all the time. However, I didn’t welcome it back because confusion was a familiar place to be. Confusion also allowed me to play small, so I felt safe.

How is this about you?

As you read my story, open your mind to where you may have taken on a belief that isn’t true.

Then, think about the benefits you get from holding on to that story.

Finally, think about how your life could be different if you lived the truth yourself.

It began

In 1966, when I was 8, I told my parents I would be called Sally. I’d learned that my mother had wanted to call me Sally Melinda, and my dad voted for Sara Mae. Dad won.

I didn’t think it was fair that my mom had done all the work and didn’t even get to name me. So I switched my name, leaving Sara as my legal name. Solidarity with my mom and the strength of women banding together to speak up against the patriarchy. I was an early women’s libber, although I didn’t know it.  The story that stayed with me, though, was being divided and not knowing who I was because everything around me showed me that females were weak and dependent on men. So instead of taking strength from that experience, I believe I was a person who couldn’t decide. A person who needs others to lead, and I’d support them if they told me what to do. 

Until I did the work to uncover the truth, I changed my name out of defiance of the norm. I changed my name as a show of strength and independence. Now that's a different perspective, and it changed something in me.

How does this relate to pain?

While the story is not about overcoming physical pain, it is about healing psychological pain by reintegrating part of myself with the truth. Not some story I made up that seemed logical based on the world I saw around me.

And that is why I work with women. 

You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for, but many are confused about what is wanted and what they/you believe can be had. When you become more wholely yourself, more whole, you can get more of what you want.

 I work with women ready to take their power back over their pain because we can.

What story are you living that’s not true?